The moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other:
The moon is my sister, the dawn is my brother.
The moon on my left and the dawn on my right.
My brother, good morning: my sister, good night.
~Hilaire Belloc
Archive for the ‘Odes to the Moon’ Category
The Early Morning
Posted in Odes to the Moon on June 22, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Moon Shadows
Posted in Odes to the Moon on March 2, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Moon Shadows
STILL as
On windless nights
The moon-cast shadows are,
So still will be my heart when I
Am dead.
Adelaide Crapsey
Lady Moon
Posted in Odes to the Moon on November 18, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
A stir in the air lingers in my hair
soft descending mist adorns me
whispered prayers on the water
shimmer in her light
the haunted hymn rose
in homage to
the lady
dressed in
blue
The Moon
Posted in Odes to the Moon on September 27, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The Moon
Thy beauty haunts me heart and soul,
O, thou fair Moon, so close and bright;
Thy beauty makes me like the child
That cries aloud to own thy light:
The little child that lifts each arm
To press thee to her bosom warm.
Though there are birds that sing this night
With thy white beam across their throats,
Let my deep [...]
At the Trysting-Place
Posted in Odes to the Moon on September 22, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
At the Trysting-Place
Above the hills, the eastern hills,
There’s a threat of the rising moon;
And the night’s fair queen
With the silver sheen
Will gladden the dark land soon.
Above the hills, the white light fills
The vast, star-studded dome,
Then, into sight,
A disk of light,
She swings from her eastern home.
And through the trees, the evening breeze
Sings a [...]
The Rose of Midnight
Posted in Odes to the Moon on September 18, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The Rose of Midnight
THE moon is now an opening flower,
The sky a cliff of blue.
The moon is now a silver rose;
Her pollen is the dew.
Her pollen is the mist that swings
Across her face of dreams:
Her pollen is the April rain,
Filling the April streams.
Her pollen is eternal life,
Endless ambrosial foam.
It feeds the swarming stars [...]
Mother Moon
Posted in Odes to the Moon on September 17, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
We lie together
beneath the eye of Venus
on a starlit night
Bathed in her beauty
she illuminates the sky
my Queen of the Night
She is Wise Mother
her guidance will show the way
of death and rebirth
She is Mother, Maiden Crone
waxing into full belly
slowly wanes away
Full Moon
Posted in Odes to the Moon on September 17, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Full Moon
One night as Dick lay half asleep,
Into his drowsy eyes
A great still light began to creep
From out the silent skies.
It was the lovely moon’s, for when
He raised his dreamy head,
Her surge of silver filled the pane
And streamed across his bed.
So, for a while, each gazed at each –
Dick and the solemn moon –
Till, climbing [...]
